Immortal Devil Transformation

A thin crystal of medicine can bring powerful power, as well as death.

There are no exactly the same rivers in the world, and there are no practitioners of exactly the same physique.

Even twin brothers born at the same time, from childhood to eating the same food, will develop countless different possibilities the day after tomorrow.

Even if it is only a minor difference in physique, even if it only results in a minor difference in the individual's absorption and tolerance of the drug power, such a minor difference is sufficient to make the difference between life and death when the magical drug power erupts in the body.

If you describe this crystal that blends into your blood as a demon king, even those practicing in Purgatory Mountain who have become demons, all you know is that the demon king is fierce, and you can't be sure that the demon king will eat his heart, his spleen, his lungs, or his liver and kidneys first. And no one will be able to change the outcome of death until the power of the drug breaks out somewhere, causing that place to fail.

There is no way to predict that there is no way to stop it by diluting it with the power of the soul, making the magic the most critical magic drug to enter is in fact luck to the maximum.

The diffusion of the drug crystal in the body is just better, without causing fatal harm to the body, the demonic transformation will succeed, if the diffusion of the drug force is not good, bad luck, lose its own life.

It's simple and cruel.

It's all about putting your life on the line once, dying, or being more powerful.

Even the carefully chosen disciples of Purgatory Mountain, the ratio of life to death, is only one tenth.

For Lin Xi, however, this pill crystal, which contains a great deal of death and a little life, seems to be just a delicious candy from Purgatory Mountain.

“Hulk, Hulk... ”

He just said that nonsense again and stabbed the crystal into his own flesh.

Then he went quietly through every process of the magic drug invasion in Yunqin's ordinary compound.

His blood vessels slowly swelled up on his skin as if he were crawling with countless blue and black symbols.

These blue and black colors then fade away slowly, turning into light indigo that is hard to see under the skin.

……

Zhang Ping was also practicing when Lin Xi practiced magic in the town of Yunqin.

By the time the most important harvest of the year, the flowers had fallen behind, the brittle stem leaves and the green fruit that had just formed were cut off and boiled in an iron pot.

Those who boil these stem leaves and fruits are lean to the extreme, wrapped in skins, like walking skeletons, yet all of these slaves' spirits are good to the extreme, and their exhilarating eyes seem to be glowing green.

Zhang Ping is in the oldest cave in Qiandemon Cave.

This cave, which originally painted many totem-like murals, became the first generation of practitioners of the Thousand Demons.

After Li Biao's death, this cave was burned with fire by the thousands of demon cave practitioners who followed Li Biao, and the jade stone furnace destroyed some of the exquisite practices of the thousand demon caves. At this moment, all the murals have disappeared in this cave, and there is only one deep crack in the coke black wall.

Zhang Ping began to flow with a fine wind column outside his body.

His soul was flowing so intensely that all practitioners felt so much pain.

His face, however, was very apathetic, as if the pain had occurred entirely to others and had nothing to do with him.

His left hand began to tremble as if to deliver something horrible from his hand.

A terrible heat finally gushed out of his hand and the air shocked the entire cave, with countless momentum gathered in his hands at a speed unimaginable to the saint.

A flame emitting red and red light, like a bamboo shoots, was created in his hand.

Approaching his mountain wall was simply sprayed with hot air, and suddenly a crack broke out and several more cracks appeared.

His right hand fell to the flame.

Instead of dyeing his right hand into ash, the flame flowed into his right hand, as if it were in his right hand, creating countless tiny passages.

His face twisted.

Nor seemed to be able to bear such a force, as his body swayed and his left hand fell beside him on the walls of a pitch-black burnt hole.

Just this push, on a rock as hard as iron, was poked out five deep holes by his fingers.

……

Smell the moon in the mountains.

Behind him, in the mountains and woods, were dozens of marching tents, all resting in the old, but still solid, black tents, all of his most loyal men, the last of the Sirius guards, who had been brought out of the Bitu Mausoleum.

After Shaohua Ling was severely wounded by Hebaihao's Heavenly Sword and the falling star Ling would collapse, some of the halo circles covered in him seemed to fade away.

He is no longer a defeated god of war.

And because he was severely traumatized, not only by the fact that he was no longer the most powerful saint, but also by the fact that he had advanced into old age, it was not possible to step forward, some reckless people were no longer as respectful and fearful as they had been before.

Especially after Vice President Xia's death, even his most loyal men had begun to fear that he would be killed like a dog or become a victim of a conspiracy.

Because they knew perfectly well that the Purgatory Mountain Teacher was a man who needed to smell the power of the Moon, so he lived, gave him the ability to do what he wanted in a reckless manner, and even tolerated the killing of the elite disciples of Purgatory Mountain.

But if the Purgatory Mountain Teachers had decided to appear in the world and do it personally, it would no longer be so powerful to smell the moon, and perhaps recklessness would appear.

Smell the moon look at the deserted meadow ahead, watch the deep green mountain forest dyed by late spring, manage your hair blown by the mountain wind, then tie it up with a silk belt.

His horns, some white hair appeared, as if they were stained with willow flocks.

Since the ancient name will be beautiful, the saddest thing is to see white hair.

He was badly injured, and if he did his best to use his soul, some of the hidden injuries in his body might erupt at any moment.

Most importantly, after his body was no longer as strong as it used to be, where he had been injured in previous battles, where he had no previous feelings, he also began to suffer.

Without the means to do everything in his power, his strength has declined considerably.

Previously, faced with two or three saints, he could retreat and even kill them all, but now, perhaps, a saint could bring another fatal trauma to his body.

And when men are overwhelmed, the greatest sorrow is for those who smell the moon and the sky.

It's just that at this moment he smells the sky and moon still looks like iron and his eyes are still strong and confident.

What keeps the General so strong and confident?

A celebrity werewolf guard in a tent could not help but look at the figure at the top of the mountain as he wiped his armor and knife.

Suddenly, these removed the armor from the body, and the resting Sirius guard's body was tightened thoroughly.

They saw an extra figure at the top of the mountain.

“This is what the Emperor asked me to give you. ”

Slowly walking out of the meadow in front of the smelling moon, there was not much dust on his body. It also seemed that the practitioner of the yellow robe who had just arrived in the meadow had come to the opposite side of the smelling moon and handed over a jade box without expression to the smelling moon.

Watching the longknife reveal the thunderous yellow robe practitioner, he nodded and did not ask anything, took the jade box and opened it.

Then he laughed.

The original expressionless yellow robe practitioner grew pale and laughed as he began to rethink the horror of the invincible commander in Yunqin.

Then the Thunder Academy practitioner, who had no previous rituals at all, could not help but lower his head, dare not stop and retreat.

In a milky white jade box, lie quietly in a crimson pill.

This is Wellington.

This is a gift given to him by the first emperor on the full moon of the Changsun Jinser.

This Gudan, which has disappeared in the world of practitioners, can make him stronger again, make his body less old, and the only side effect is just to make his training qualifications slightly worse.

He's already strong.

And he's still young.

As long as there is such a medicine, he will have no shortage of time.

Although he knew that such a person as Ni He Year would surely need such a Dan medicine, he felt that Emperor Yunqin would definitely send this Dan medicine to his hands, especially after Emperor Yunqin delivered the script of Shenmu Fei He to his hands.

Because Nihe year alone is not enough to resist Purgatory Mountain.

After the disappearance of Qingyu College, Emperor Yunqin must also have the strength to resist Purgatory Mountain.

It seems impossible to give the only Dan Dynasty gift to an enemy who betrayed himself and caused the death of countless Yunqin people.

Yet the fact is that it is just as the Emperor Yun Qin thought it would be.

Because he himself is a crazy person, because his ambition, not just to make Qingyi College disappear in Yunqin, his ambition, is the whole world.

“This fire burns so high, how do you end it? ”

Smelling the moon, he swallowed the medicine into his stomach, and his mouth gave a mocking expression.

Then he thought of the enemies who had died in his own hands, and he thought that their efforts were still turning into shadows, and he felt that the infinite power of heaven and earth was constantly pouring into his body, making him even stronger than ever.

He then thought of Lin Xie, who had caused him to lose the battle of falling star mausoleum.

“I have a long time, and your time is almost up. ”

He grinned coldly, and the weeds around him were destroyed by his killing intentions, and Qigan broke one by one, "I told you, I won't give you time to become a saint. ”